Chatterbox: Inkwell

WoF Ski Lodge

you are doing-well, whatever you do during the day, and suddenly you find a folded sheet of paper stuck in a book. you take it out, and find this inside:

Hello! I am Lightseeker of the NightWings. do you want to take a vacation to the rainforest, maybe eat some fruit, check out the Claws of the Clouds Mountains nearby? well, I have you covered! simply fill out the form below. (non-dragons are definetely allowed) 

Name:

Dragon, human, or other:

Appearance:

Chatterbox: Inkwell

Ekphrasis Challenge Thread! 

The challenge goes something like this:

1. Someone comes up with a picture, or other visual media that looks like it has a story behind it (drawing, painting, sculpture, etc.)

2. Another person has to base a written work off it and post it below

Then as a bonus, you can try a third step:

3. Yet a third person takes a snapshot in their mind of something that happened in the story, and draws their version of it (it can't be the same scene that was portrayed in the first artwork, though)

Chatterbox: Inkwell

Hi! 

Chatterbox: Inkwell

Chatterbox: Inkwell

they looked out onto the city. so many artists and kindred spirits and readers and aes and writers and charmers and lovers. so much... imagination. thats all chatterbox really was wasn't it? a bunch of kids imagining, dreaming, creating worlds for themselves. an illusion, a mirage. "so why does it feel like more?" they said aloud. they sighed. it wouldn't be to long now, till they left fairyland.

Chatterbox: Inkwell

Craft a story! 1

Rules:

1.) Anyone can join!

2.) No one can tell more than one chunk in a row

3.) No naming characters

4.) Check the last person who posted, If their comment hasn't gone through yet, save yours until after it went through

5.) Yes please to alternate histories! (If you wanted to write the story as going one way, but someone wrote it going another direction, just write how you imagine it would happen, and please include a recap(basically what happened up to that point) to avoid confusion) 

Chatterbox: Inkwell

Hello there Darling,

I suppose you are wondering why I've written you a letter, trust me, I didn't want to. The Master is dead. There. I've said it. Or rather written it? I don't understand letters. 

Anyway, The Master is dead and you could be the heir. Dreadful, I know. Why not me, you ask? Simple: I was not in The Master's will. But you were. Along with a few others but only one of you is the heir. 

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Story written by yours truly

-Shadow Sojourn-

They say that when in the Shadows, the white arrows point the way. Not the blue ones; those lead back to the beginning. Not the red ones; those lead to bad things. And not the green ones; those lead to shortcuts, missing the whole point of the journey. But the white arrows show the path that is wanted, that is needed. The white ones lead gently and leave room for dreams.

Chatterbox: Inkwell

A lone figure stands on a cliff overlooking the city she once called home. Her tattered cloak blows in the cold wind. The cold never really bothered her, but it’s just another reminder how far from home she is. It was never really cold in the city. 

“Hey there.”

The girl turns around, smiling when she sees a familiar face.

“Night. It’s good to see you.”

Night smiles. “Winter.” They look towards the city, and Winter sees a bittersweet look in their eyes.